I heard the bride tell her sister, “Nobody wants you”… So I crossed the dance floor.
I was kneeling behind a wall of flowers, busy repairing a dimmer switch, when I heard the bride whisper:
— Nobody wants you, Christine. Not at 35. The whole town knows why he left you.
I froze.
My name is Andy Turner, I was 37 years old, and I was the electrician who had installed the wedding lights. Yet for the past few days, another reason had been keeping me near the venue: Christine.
She was the bride’s older sister. Strangely, she was not one of the six bridesmaids. While the others were trying on their pink dresses, Christine was organizing everything: the tables, the decorations, the meals…
And she took care of everyone else.
One afternoon, when I had forgotten to eat lunch, she had placed half a sandwich on my stepladder.
— I feed 400 children every day. I can recognize a hungry man from a hundred meters away.
Since that day, I had found far too many reasons to check the outlet near her office.
On the wedding evening, Christine was wearing a simple dark green dress. She looked beautiful. Hidden behind the flowers, I heard her reply:
— You promised to leave me alone today.
The bride sneered.
— I saw you looking at Andy. Do you really think a man like him would cross the whole room for you? Go home before the guests start feeling sorry for you.
Christine lowered her eyes and squeezed her wrist to stop her hand from trembling.
At that moment, I put down my screwdriver, then stepped out from behind the wall of flowers and crossed the dance floor.
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Everyone fell silent when I stopped in front of Christine. The bride raised her eyebrows, visibly amused.
— What are you doing?
I did not answer. I simply looked at Christine.
— You once told me that no one should be ashamed of being alone, I said softly to her. So why should you be ashamed today?
Her eyes filled with tears. I turned toward the bride.
— You are right about one thing. I am not obligated to cross this room for her.
I paused.
— I am doing it because I want to.
A murmur spread through the guests. Then I held out my hand to Christine.
— Would you like to dance with me?
She hesitated for a few seconds before smiling.
— Yes.
We began dancing in the middle of the dance floor, under the gaze of everyone in the room. But that was not all. At the end of the song, Christine looked at me and whispered:
— Andy, why now?
I smiled.
— Because I have spent weeks finding excuses to be near you. I think it is time to stop pretending.
She laughed through her tears. And that evening, it was not just a dance that began.
